I'm going to look for Isla and I'm not changing that. She knows that this book is dangreous and she might know a way to cure it. Because if this carries on, one single book will wipe out the world. Maybe even me.

Isla said to use the money wisely so I did. Grabbing the biggest bag bag in the world, I grabbed my doll carefully and droppped it in. I took the keys and went out the front door ready to start the beggining of my risky death adventure.

I walked over to the nearest knife shope. As I entered the knife shop, I could smell the fine chopped  wood, and the scent of dried  mud from travelled through my nose. "How old are you and what are you doing here!" the man shouted. I ignored him and walked through the store to find the sharpest knife there. The perfect one was stood right infornt of me and slowly took it form it's stand.

Knowing that the man was going to scream at me again, I held the knife under his chin and asked him for the price. He looked down at my belt trembling with fear and pointed at it. Thinking he wanted my belt, I slowly unloosened it and gave it to him. Once he took it, he said to leave and never come back. I was never going to, anyway.

I skipped out of the door and as I did, I slipped the knife into my bag. As I opened my bag, my doll reminded me of blood and Isla, of course. Quickly, I ran to the shops where it sell safes so I could keep the doll out of danger. You know, it's normal not wanting to get murdered.

There I saw an old, wrinkly woman who was very kind and offered me a cookie. But I didn't take it just in case. I picked the perfect size and headed to the counter. She gave me a 50% discount do I got it for ten pounds. Being a child has a lot of advantages.